She had a lust for me only the devil could have created.
Her nose for my scent was known the second we dropped into the bathroom. Her clutch on me was as a powerful as a Philip Brooks’ fist to a fighter’s face. Needless to say, I had no chance in hell against my little toilet cuddle-muffin. She forced me in the cell we had spent hours in earlier. She wasn’t joking about that sidewalk chalk. I would have loved to test my endurance for a third round, but there was shit that needed to be done.
I could hear Audra pounding on the stall door, and I understood her envy for the creature that was taking off my pants. I pulled at her hair gently at first, only because she didn’t deserve me having to tell her no. She responded by sticking her tongue down my throat. I pulled on her dreaded hair really hard and ripped at her red dress. Her response: choking my neck with her hand as she forced her red worm deeper down my esophagus. I picked her up. Her nails pierced me until my ass rested on the toilet seat. I would have wanted this any other time but now.
“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“Get off of me.”
“Not before I reward you.”
She covered my mouth with her hand. I bit down on it, but she just smiled at me as her head went down under. Blood and chalk swam into my mouth as my blood rushed down to the appendage now resting in her mouth. Pain and pleasure. The curse of the red dress.
The stall next to me slammed shut. I could see Audra and Rabies looking down into that stall. Rabies took a glance my way, her eyes contradicting the look she gave me minutes ago. It wasn’t film noir, it was agony. Before she could get the full chalky picture she glanced back down. The DJ must be shutting down M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.
Sure enough. The music shut off, and I looked down at my side only to see the android’s head starring at me, lifeless. She still held her smile. I bet she would have loved to get in on the action that was going on right next to her… if she could think. She seems to have emotions. Like most women, she clung to me when I arrived. She also didn’t enjoy it when Rabies and I fought over what to do with…
Warmth! Man is she incredible! She may be a nuisance but worth coming back to Milwaukee for (or leaving Milwaukee with). I never planed on marrying, but there’s always room for an exception or two. One thing’s for sure, Roen’s wife, dead or alive, couldn’t do what this skinny-to-the-bone chick was doing to my ding-a-ling right now. The stall next to me burst open and I heard gasp coming from Audra, I think. (though it may have been ‘Bacall’ coming back for air). Through the crapper’s door I could hear the DJ cry out:
“Get the fuck out.”
I tried to but was obviously a bit pre-occupied at the moment.
“Get the fuck out.”
I could tell Audra and Rabies were conversing with him, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. My tease was pulling on my ears, dragging my head down to hers and bloodying my lip with her teeth. She nibbled at my earlobe as the bathroom door slammed hard. I tried to pry away but her nails wouldn’t have it. I had entranced this girl with a touch of evil, and she was giving it back to me tenfold. Might as well enjoy it.
I tried to return the compliment, but she twisted my happy hand away.
“No. I am here to please you.”
These days don’t breed much in terms of unforced mass pleasure so I smiled the dopiest smile imaginable. Men have paid big bucks only to come close to hearing those words uttered around them, let alone at them. Chalk is cheap, and I would spend a small fortune to leave behind my government position and live with this girl dressed in red.
shing!
The lock on the stall busted and Audra stood in the doorway. She was mad as hell and sure as shit wasn’t going to take it anymore.
“We have to leave.” “Why?”
I kicked out of the Raver’s pin and corrected my stance.
“Help me.”
Audra didn’t need me to say it. She was already halfway to her prey’s neck. My muse was left unprotected… as were my gentiles.
Audra bit hard into the chalk and skin, but not as hard as my little sex demon’s flinch drove her fangs deep into my Philip Marlowe. The betrayal of Julius Caesar has nothing on the betrayal of the red dress. I felt every stab the Roman emperor felt, but in one concentrated area. Audra seemed amused as she threw my jeans back up to my waist. I zipped without whipping my length all the way back in. Audra’s guiding hand drew me out of the bathroom.
“Come on!” “Come on? Come on?! There isn’t going to be any of that anytime soon.” “Well it’s your fault.” “I didn’t ask for this.”
The Best Buy was completely empty. The DJ, the robot, Rabies, and Roen were nowhere to be seen.
“Where is everybody? What the fuck happened?” “Roen!” “What’s going on?” “They ran off with M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.” “Who ran off with M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.?” “Rabies… and the DJ.”
Damn it. I knew we should have just lead the DJ and his ‘equipment’ to Franz Draco.
“M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.’s arm is a rocket launcher. He pointed it at me and Rabies.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “We tried to.” “I was being molested. You could have kicked open the door a lot sooner.” “I wasn’t going to get involved. Roen!!!”
My eye caught Roen shifting in the DJ booth before he could say:
“Guys. I’m over here. Hurry.”
Hurry. Easy for him to say.
“Let’s go.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
I hobbled with Audra to the DJ booth. Roen was looking at a locked door on the ground. He looked concerned as I walked in. The look was nice of him, I guess.
“I saw them head down here, but I think it’s a trap door” “Let’s open it,” Audra muttered, not loosing a beat.
Roen’s training failed him again, as his attempt to open the door fell ill. Audra tried to show him up, to no avail. I may have cared more if my pants weren’t bulging in pain every ten seconds. I had no time for this lolly gagging around shit. Like the badass that I am I whipped my gun (my actual gun) out and pointed it at the door.
Had I asked the door if it was feeling lucky it would have said “yes”. Had I asked my arm the same question it would have fell like the Scorpio killer.
There is one constellation prize for my new pain: A ricocheted bullet to the arm does not hurt as much as a blowjob filled with teeth.
Part 2 (with Out of the Past)
She had a lust for me only the devil could have created.
Her nose for my scent was known the second we dropped into the bathroom. Her clutch on me was as a powerful as a Philip Brooks’ fist to a fighter’s face. Needless to say, I had no chance in hell against my little toilet cuddle-muffin. She forced me in the cell we had spent hours in earlier. She wasn’t joking about that sidewalk chalk. I would have loved to test my endurance for a third round, but there was shit that needed to be done.
I could hear Audra pounding on the stall door, and I understood her envy for the creature that was taking off my pants. I pulled at her hair gently at first, only because she didn’t deserve me having to tell her no. She responded by sticking her tongue down my throat. I pulled on her dreaded hair really hard and ripped at her red dress. Her response: choking my neck with her hand as she forced her red worm deeper down my esophagus. I picked her up. Her nails pierced me until my ass rested on the toilet seat. I would have wanted this any other time but now.
“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“Get off of me.”
“Not before I reward you.”
She covered my mouth with her hand. I bit down on it, but she just smiled at me as her head went down under. Blood and chalk swam into my mouth as my blood rushed down to the appendage now resting in her mouth. Pain and pleasure. The curse of the red dress.
The stall next to me slammed shut. I could see Audra and Rabies looking down into that stall. Rabies took a glance my way, her eyes contradicting the look she gave me minutes ago. It wasn’t film noir, it was agony. Before she could get the full chalky picture she glanced back down. The DJ must be shutting down M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.
Sure enough. The music shut off, and I looked down at my side only to see the android’s head starring at me, lifeless. She still held her smile. I bet she would have loved to get in on the action that was going on right next to her… if she could think. She seems to have emotions. Like most women, she clung to me when I arrived. She also didn’t enjoy it when Rabies and I fought over what to do with…
Warmth! Man is she incredible! She may be a nuisance but worth coming back to Milwaukee for (or leaving Milwaukee with). I never planed on marrying, but there’s always room for an exception or two. One thing’s for sure, Roen’s wife, dead or alive, couldn’t do what this skinny-to-the-bone chick was doing to my ding-a-ling right now.
The stall next to me burst open and I heard gasp coming from Audra, I think. (though it may have been ‘Bacall’ coming back for air). Through the crapper’s door I could hear the DJ cry out:
“Get the fuck out.”
I tried to but was obviously a bit pre-occupied at the moment.
“Get the fuck out.”
I could tell Audra and Rabies were conversing with him, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. My tease was pulling on my ears, dragging my head down to hers and bloodying my lip with her teeth. She nibbled at my earlobe as the bathroom door slammed hard. I tried to pry away but her nails wouldn’t have it. I had entranced this girl with a touch of evil, and she was giving it back to me tenfold. Might as well enjoy it.
I tried to return the compliment, but she twisted my happy hand away.
“No. I am here to please you.”
These days don’t breed much in terms of unforced mass pleasure so I smiled the dopiest smile imaginable. Men have paid big bucks only to come close to hearing those words uttered around them, let alone at them. Chalk is cheap, and I would spend a small fortune to leave behind my government position and live with this girl dressed in red.
shing!
The lock on the stall busted and Audra stood in the doorway. She was mad as hell and sure as shit wasn’t going to take it anymore.
“We have to leave.”
“Why?”
I kicked out of the Raver’s pin and corrected my stance.
“Help me.”
Audra didn’t need me to say it. She was already halfway to her prey’s neck. My muse was left unprotected… as were my gentiles.
Audra bit hard into the chalk and skin, but not as hard as my little sex demon’s flinch drove her fangs deep into my Philip Marlowe. The betrayal of Julius Caesar has nothing on the betrayal of the red dress. I felt every stab the Roman emperor felt, but in one concentrated area. Audra seemed amused as she threw my jeans back up to my waist. I zipped without whipping my length all the way back in. Audra’s guiding hand drew me out of the bathroom.
“Come on!”
“Come on? Come on?! There isn’t going to be any of that anytime soon.”
“Well it’s your fault.”
“I didn’t ask for this.”
The Best Buy was completely empty. The DJ, the robot, Rabies, and Roen were nowhere to be seen.
“Where is everybody? What the fuck happened?”
“Roen!”
“What’s going on?”
“They ran off with M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.”
“Who ran off with M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.?”
“Rabies… and the DJ.”
Damn it. I knew we should have just lead the DJ and his ‘equipment’ to Franz Draco.
“M.E.R.I.D.I.T.H.’s arm is a rocket launcher. He pointed it at me and Rabies.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“We tried to.”
“I was being molested. You could have kicked open the door a lot sooner.”
“I wasn’t going to get involved. Roen!!!”
My eye caught Roen shifting in the DJ booth before he could say:
“Guys. I’m over here. Hurry.”
Hurry. Easy for him to say.
“Let’s go.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
I hobbled with Audra to the DJ booth. Roen was looking at a locked door on the ground. He looked concerned as I walked in. The look was nice of him, I guess.
“I saw them head down here, but I think it’s a trap door”
“Let’s open it,” Audra muttered, not loosing a beat.
Roen’s training failed him again, as his attempt to open the door fell ill. Audra tried to show him up, to no avail. I may have cared more if my pants weren’t bulging in pain every ten seconds. I had no time for this lolly gagging around shit. Like the badass that I am I whipped my gun (my actual gun) out and pointed it at the door.
Had I asked the door if it was feeling lucky it would have said “yes”. Had I asked my arm the same question it would have fell like the Scorpio killer.
There is one constellation prize for my new pain: A ricocheted bullet to the arm does not hurt as much as a blowjob filled with teeth.